An ambition of mine is to live near enough to work that I can get there en velo.
Now, this bicycle must have a basket; for nothing other than fresh flowers, baguettes and my future puggle baby; be extremely kitsch and streamlined and preferably black with a tan leather saddle.
This future version of myself will dress impeccably, a la mademoiselle pictured above (mais regardez ses sandales!!!) and will always remember rule number one:
A real lady should never straddle a bike, but simply strut elegantly at its side.